Arthur Eddington said that science
is a net that we cast in an unknown sea;
whatever slips between the meshes
remains forever a mystery.
we may learn how to make the meshes smaller,
cast the net oftener, spread it out wide,
but we'll catch the rarest fish seldom or never,
and some will just not stay inside.
So this is a tale that we're always retelling,
always re-arguing, working it out,
always including the new things we're finding,
always unfinished, and always in doubt.
Some people can't take the strain of not knowing,
they want a story that's always the same,
a dogmatic, pragmatic, perfect true theory
to wrap it all up and to keep it all tame.
They can say that it's science, or claim it's religion,
They can call it "The Truth" or "Reality";
I'll keep Eddington's net, and keep going out fishing;
they can take their "truth" and just...